We're rolling along to Pleasure Island
Singing a song of Pleasure Island
Where every day's a happy holiday
Where boys are known as little dears
They'd never get whipped in forty years
They don't have to wash behind their ears
Hooray for freedom!
We're off to the land of soda fountains,
Circus parades and chocolate mountains
Where there will be no parents to obey
So down with school and down with books
And down the teacher's dirty looks
Yo, ho, here we go! Off to Pleasure Isle!